Murdoc is god. Murdoc is god. Murdoc is god. Trying to fit in. . Murdoc is king. Murdoc is dead. Murdoc is god. Trying to fit in. . Murdoc is god. Murdoc is god.
Oh, Mr. Robinson. and his quangos. Dirty dealer, expensive car. Runs the buses and the evening star. He got a hairpiece ooh, he got herpes. His private life is very discreet.
Mr. Briggs is on holiday. But he stays in his room. He's too cold to go out for evening smoke. The lady down the hallway. Is deaf and dumb to what you say.
{Michael. Ha ha ha. Huh. Ha}. . Miss America, sits in the shower. She's plucking hours from the sky. Picks up the telephone, into another home. Don't ask me why.
I was angry with my friend. I told my wrath, my wrath did end. I was angry with my foe. I told it not, my wrath did grow. . And I watered it in fears.
Bill Barratt has a simple dream. He calls it his plan B. Bulidings in the sky and the air is sugar-free. And everyones very friendly. . Well, plan B arrived on a holiday.
Pedalling on a bicycle. I'm on my way to make a call. I try to touch you. Through the double glazing. But the curtains were drawn. The family gone away.